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These stars- these bright stars- are calling me. They seek to restore the mysteries unknown. They call to me to live the life I've never lived. They ask me to dream the dreams I've never dared to dream. Those lists left unfinished The poems half written My goals spread out... - Poetry > Free Verseremember when life was simple, when happiness wasn't costly? when love didn't hurt? when everything was fine? now, it's hard to find the good things. It is like taking off your glasses. I need my glasses again....
- Poetry > Haiku
- Hot Topics > EnvironmentIt’s over. They’re dead. There were five of them. Five little chicks conceived for a sole reason: to die. There were born to die. Dolly, Dolores, Donald, Dwight, and Dilly were quintets, whose parents will always remain unknown. They first breathed in the fresh air of the earth when the...
- Poetry > All PoetryEvery life is a shade of color in the final painting, A delicate thread in a coat of many colors, A quick trill in a musical composition, An actor in the midst of a crowded stage. All are conceived for a reason, All play their designed part, Fit into their niche of society, Fulfillin...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryThe high-school math classroom, room 204, was silent, quite unusual for a typically rowdy group of sophomores. Everyone was perfectly still, waiting for Andy, the class clown to crack a joke, or Brittany, the girl who has bad allergies, to sneeze one of her dreadfully loud sneezes. Their expectation...
- Poetry > SonnetI know there's never ending hurt, I know there's meaningless pain, It seems like it’ll never stop- There are always torrents of rain. There's lying and revenge, There's selfishness and pride, Whatever evil there may be, It’s not just in your homes: it's wor...
- Fiction > Historical Fiction? To Be Free “Chatura!” The sharp authoritative tone of her mother’s voice brought Chatura back from her imaginary fantasies, and back to reality. Chatura slid her fingers through her lustrous, long, black hair. Sighing, she carelessly jumped down from the palm tree. Her tree. The tree whic...
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